Blood trickles from the heavy scene.

You’re my beautiful queen,

with translucent lies

search for you like flies.

You’re my Red Savage Queen

with light falling like a dream,

in the nets of the still moon-lit nights,

from the heavens and other heights.

Together we will fly in to liquid sunshine

of the morning dew, soft and sublime

radiant and wonderful.

Oh, baby so cool.

You’re my Red Savage Queen,

body so smooth and lean,

come on baby lets be seen,

our style is so clean.

We walk down the boulevard

thinking we are oh so hard

with blood stains on our heart

the trickle is about to start.

The pavement shatters under our heels,

baby tell me how good that feels,

when with a smash and crumble,

we make all the other stutter and stumble.

You’re my Red Savage Queen

with light falling like a dream,

in the nets of the still moon-lit nights,

from the heavens and other heights.

Sleep now Sara, my sweet,

for in the next moon we shall meet

and walk those winding, whirling, weird streets

to life’s innumerable beats.

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